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The Wedding-Guest sat on a stone :
Below the lighthouse top.
And he shone bright, and on the right
with a good wind and fair weather till it reached the Line.
The WeddingGuest heareth the bridal music :
continueth his tale.
The Wedding-Guest he beat his breast,
The ship drawn by a storm toward the south pole.
“ And now the storm-blast came, and he
“With sloping masts and dipping prow,
“And now there came both mist and snow,
and of fearful
The land of ice, “And through the drifts the snowy clifts
Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken-
living thing was to be seen.
“ The ice was here, the ice was there,